Today was one strange day. I auto-pilotly woke up to reply to emails, and during the time when I struggled to fight the medication, I actually slept right next to the keyboard so when I refreshed and see any work stuff coming in, I can get back to them ASAP.

I feel worse than yesterday.

Despite the Ponstan, my fever didn’t cease beyond 37.5 degrees after popping it, and continued to climb after an hour of taking the medication, hovering mostly in the 38 zone.

I don’t remember feeling this bad and this half dead for a long, long time.

So, I kinda feel extremely needy, yet extremely proud that I can be fiercely independent and take care of myself very well. And I was somewhat deliriously happy and productive, which I have the fedac and codeine to thank for.

They slowed my breathing and I felt floaty and warm when I finally drifted off to sleep..

I entertained work calls and didn’t understand how I managed to sound professional when I had weird images of leftover dreams from my intense rest running in my mind.

I couldn’t bring myself to shower cos the touch of the coldness from the water (even if it wasn’t) kinda gave me a sharp, sensitive pain.

I know this is awfully offtopic, but you all know how waxing they tend to uhm, also remove the hair in your ass crack? Most people cringe at the thought of it, but people who had went through it would probably tell you that was the least painful part of the process, beside at the… well, uhm, lips.

So, nothing prepared me when I had my you-know-where zapped.

Trust me, it is the EXACT opposite of waxing. Not to forget I was snipsnip there before, and man, it reminded me of my gynae sewing me up before the local anaesthesia kicked in.

And it isn’t even like how brr brr brings you the joy and buzz. It brings too much buzz… I don’t want to imagine being taser-ed there.

Okay, so the reason why I remember that cos of the sharp, sensitive pain. Which is how water and cool surfaces feel like to my skin.

I feel hot and cold at the same time. Now my nose is dripping and I can’t seem to taste anything.

The dry cough is start to build up the thick, strangely-flavoured phlegm.

I slept so much that I didn’t realise I fell asleep next to the keyboard the entire day, until when it was 6.30pm(off work hours) before I crawled into the duvet and plopped my head onto the pillow, which made me rest enough till 9.30pm, when I was woken up by my own body heat.

I didn’t manage to do what I have been wanting to do to chill on a Friday, and I am still puzzled why the time passes so fast that it is almost 4am now.

Seriously, I don’t think I remember what I had just typed above.

Oh, I played word challenge to try to get my mind focus.

My body is aching.

I don’t cough like I did all the time yesterday but when I do, it will be a long, painful process, as if my lungs are forcing their ways out of my throat. My throat thus now feels the sharp pain from the intense coughing.

The meeting today was postponed so I didn’t have to head out for the meeting, which perhaps was a good thing, cos I was feeling my worst at 5pm today.

My weekend’s activities of celebrations (wah, all the happy occasions are flooding the weekends these days!) have to take a back seat, so that I wouldn’t be the dampener that causes everyone to be sick. Bummer!

Last note. Moses Chan is so hot (you can have my abalone anytime!). I am jeles of Cruz Teng who managed to see him upclose and personal.

Ok. Very cold now. Don’t want to blog anymore. Byebye.

And, yay, it is August!